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Tuesday, April 2, 2013

First TORRENTIAL teaser!

So it's been a little over a week since I announced my debut TORRENTIAL's release (June 30th!!) and set up my author Twitter account, which now has 800 followers - and over 230 people have already added TORRENTIAL on Goodreads!! This is my face right now:

You guys are seriously the BEST people in the world (and that is a proven scientific fact!) :D

I decided to post the first TORRENTIAL teaser as a thank you. Here it is:

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We leave together, Sebastian striding ahead like he can’t wait to never see this place again. I catch sight of a couple Rothschild University girls staring at us. They’re whispering, eyes darting between Sebastian and I. I can’t blame them. After all, Sebastian Crane is at a club.

With me.

I hurry to catch up, the cool night air encasing me in a breeze that freezes the tiny droplets of sweat on my skin. I shiver a little and jump into the passenger seat while Sebastian unlocks the car door.

“He doesn’t hate you,” I say quickly, studying Sebastian’s strong profile as he turns the wheel. I realize with sudden clarity how beautiful his face would be if he smiled. Even angry, he’s breathtaking. “He just doesn’t know you.”

The headlights from a passing car momentarily illuminate Sebastian’s face, painting shadows beneath his eyes and cheekbones. He sweeps his hair off his forehead. “And you do?”

I swallow and set my shoulders back, which are bare in my dress. “I’d like to.”

“Why?”

I smile shyly at my hands. “I can just tell you’re an incredible person. You practice swimming so much—you must really care about it. I admire that.”

“There’s nothing to admire about me.” He keeps his eyes on the road, driving with one hand. The other convulses involuntarily into a fist in his lap.

“That’s not true!” I burst out, aware that I probably sound stupid but not caring. “Actually, I think you work yourself too hard. You should relax sometimes. Have fun with friends—and I definitely think you could make friends, if you wanted to. You’re different than what people say you’re like.”

The tiniest sneer curls his lip. “What do people say I’m like?”

I bite my lip. I definitely can’t repeat what Tanner told me. “They say you’re…really smart. And talented. And you don’t seem like you want to talk to people much, but—”

“They say I’m cold. Arrogant. Cruel. That I despise everyone and will hurt anyone who gets close to me.” Sebastian’s knuckles tighten on the wheel. “Have you ever considered the fact that they may be right?”

I shake my head hard. “I know they’re not. When that guy was bothering me, the first thing you did was come over to help, right? You didn’t have to do that.”

Sebastian falls silent. He’s quiet for the rest of the drive. When we reach the parking lot, he pulls into the spot nearest the residential buildings and turns off the ignition. “What do you think of me, May Young?”

“I think you’re a good person,” I say firmly.

He reaches out, his fingers brushing my jawline for the barest second. The touch electrifies my skin. He leans in, his sculpted lips inches from my cheek. My lungs stop working. I can see the muscles shifting beneath his shirt, the gold in his eyes, the raw intensity there—

“Then you’ve never been so wrong in your life,” he breathes into my ear.

Then he draws back and gets out of the car, shutting the door behind him, and I’m left to try and control my racing heartbeat.